Lord grant me patience.

How long can you wait until you can’t wait any longer? I am at that breaking point. I have the feeling of dread pulling me one way in my current lifestyle and the feeling of excitement and anticipation pulling me the other way. As July comes near nervousness is thrown in the mixture. Soon even I will not be able to recognize my own life, things are under major reconstruction.

"The times we find ourselves having to wait on others may be the perfect opportunities to train ourselves to wait on the Lord." -Joni Eareckson Tada

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Diving In

July 23/24 th , 2012 I don’t think I have ever had a longer day. It all started with O’Hare Airport and ended along a cobblestone streets and centuries old bars. Saying good-bye to my family was by far one of the toughest things I have ever done, yes even more stressful than college finals or the LSAT. However, I know this is a great experience and I wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity I have. Or that is what I thought when I first got on the airplane in Chicago. The next few days were, let’s say, like a rollercoaster. I had a lot of ups and downs all within 48 hours. I arrived to Barcelona safely and everything was going great. The people I was sitting next to on both planes reassured me that I was going to love Barcelona and love traveling and very fortunate. The flights were quicker than I thought and I did not sleep an ounce. By the time I actually arrived to Barcelona I was running on excitement, which was...

The REAL beginning of my year in Barcelona

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Rome, Naples, Pompeii OH MY!

My course has been completed and I decided I needed to get out of Barcelona for a bit, and on top of my list was Rome. I decided to take a 3 night, 4-day trip by myself to discover the ancient city. After traveling to London and with everything that I would have done differently, I now know how to pack and travel lightly. I know how the airport functions and that I do not need to be there 2 hours before, like O’Hare. So everything went smoothly on my trip to Rome. No glitches! That was feat and I was so happy about it. So I arrived in Rome on Monday, September 3 @ 10am. I made it to my hostel and everything went smoothly. I decided I wanted to go see the Colosseum first since it was nice out and I would be mainly outside when I was touring it. It was OUTSTANDING. I cannot believe that I was walking around the inside of the Colosseum. Only about 30% of the building remains, meaning that this was a HUGE buildi...

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